It is the act of distracting oneself from the problems, inconveniences, and issues of day-to-day life. It can be experienced through entertainment, daydreams, music, etc., and it allows a person to have a mental diversion for a brief period of time. Escapism is exactly what THE MARÍAS want people to experience when listening to their music. A psychedelic-soul group formed in Los Angeles, The Marías have perfected the art of escapism in their first EP Superclean Vol. I. Full of dreamy, mellow tracks, the EP transports you to a whole other world. With their second EP already underway and a spot in this year’s Coachella lineup, The Marías are quickly becoming a household name within the music community.

Is it just me, or does everything feel new and smell extra sweet this time of year? Spring has sprung, and with it a chance to update and freshen our beauty routines. Here are some new products that are sure to become favorites.

With the continued economic recovery and Dow Jones achieving new heights in recent months, interest in the collector car hobby continues to be on the rise. Over the years, investors have found value in various segments of the collector car industry, but there is an inherent risk as trends change and the industry evolves. As many hold onto the nostalgia of their childhood dream cars, questions arise over how to get into the industry and whether or not it is a good investment.
“We had a very solid auction in January and the Hagerty Market Index, now at 64.73, increased in March for the third consecutive month, showing that the market continues to expand,” said Chairman and CEO of Barrett-Jackson, Craig Jackson. The expansion, Jackson says, is from a strong economy that is providing more disposable income for many that have always had a passion for cars. “I also think the tax breaks here have helped and, with consumer confidence high, you see a lot of liquidity and people coming in to buy the cars of their dreams that they really want to enjoy.”

Timber extraction is acutely sensory. Blue flagging tape flaps in the wind, marking the boundaries of future logging coups. Yellow gates block the entrances to dirt roads cut through the trees. There are enormous muddy tire marks and slivers of old growth that look like matted hair. Wind whistles through the splinters. The clearfell is a fresh wound through the existing rainforest. There’s no warning: forest and then nothing. It’s like that feeling of walking down a set of stairs in complete darkness and miscounting the last one, so that you actually find yourself stepping into empty space instead of solid ground.